Autumn is a second spring.

The chill and damp has quickly returned this campervan morning, overnight residue clings to all. Feels like a slow start. No sign of any of the big birds and the air full of the song of the smaller ones, though they remain for the most part unseen, I can make out a Robin amongst the gentleness of the songs. A squirrel causes mayhem amongst the branches hunting for food. A few scattered acorns on the ground, but it’s not an acorn year for this oak, so just a few here and there. The usual rumbles in the background to be expected in suburbia, even if somewhat distracting. The sun is up and the sky a blurred blue sits above me. The start of another Wednesday here on planet earth. The busyness of summer programmes comes to a close and my mind alters from summer to that of autumn. Albert Camus writes that :

“ Autumn is a second spring … “.

It feels like a second spring, with thoughts turning to new projects, new ideas and new plans for travel. The clearing away of the year so far, the busiest of summers and the freeing of time and the mind to rebuild, rediscover, create, new stories, new experiences and grow.

There are nuggets of gold to be found in autumn and although we are only at its earliest cusp it feels like time to put an effort into digging them out. It seems somewhat apt that acorns fall around me, the very example of rebirth and new beginnings. Seeds to be planted. It’s not time to hunker down and prepare for winter, it’s that time of year for a second spring. Lovely days people.

“ Every story begins somewhere, some in the rain of forgotten yesterdays and some in the scent of autumn leaves...” Jayita Bhattacharjee.